Things got way too serious, way too fast. Peter thought it was going to be a simple assualt now ended up with a Jew in his hand. Not that Peter had any problem with the Jews, it's just that he had a job to do. And, his job included transporting the Jews to the ghetto. What happened in the ghetto, Peter didn't know nor did he particularly care to find out.
The fact that everyone was frightened, and the short Jew was sobbing, now he cared a lot about that. Withdrawing his pistol, Peter fired two shots into the ceiling. Although the sound of the gunshots were deafening inside of the cafe, especially since it was such an empty place, outside Peter hoped that a German patrol would have heard the shots and would come rushing inside of the cafe. He needed support, now.
"Everyone calm down now!" Peter shouted as he tightened his grip on the back of the Jewish kid's collar. Now that he thought about it, the boy didn't really look Jewish. Mussy, dirty blonde hair that fell in his face in waves; large, doe-like, chocolatey brown eyes. Creamy pale skin that was soft to the touch...
Peter flushed bright red and cleared his throat, tightening his grip on his Luger.
Alex looked at the situation unfolding. "Stop this!" He let intimidation come into his tone. "I will not let my nice breakfast be ruined by a wimp Jew and a man with a gun! NOW PUT YOUR GODDAMN WEAPON AWAY!" As an added note, Alex added, "AND FUCK OFF! Except for you, Jew. I want to talk to you." Alex looked at the crying Sofya. Rushing to soothe her, he massaged her shoulder. "Calm down, hon. Just because a couple people are too stupid to solve their problems with words doesn't mean you have to be scared." He glared at the man who was currently standing there, dumbfounded.
Blinking rapidly, Peter lowered his pistol. Damn, this guy was persuasive. Absent mindedly, he gently rubbed circles in the Jew's neck, attempting to soothe him as well.
Sighing, Alex sat down. "Now can we please have a normal day, eat our breakfast and forget this little situation? I tried to give Jewboy some money, and he refused, ending up falling out of the damn booth and cracking his nose open. If anyone's fault, it's Jewboy's." Alex was damn pissed at the stupid boy; he had created all of this. "How old are you, kid? It's hard to be that stupid."
Wasilij winced as the Russian's words cut deep. He should tell the officer that Aleksandre was Russian, in revenge. But, he wouldn't do that. He was a nice person, unlike the other. "Fifteen," he managed to stutter out, still crying hopelessly.
He was going to the ghetto, and he was going to die. He wouldn't lie now. He wanted to go to heaven, so he would spill his guts. At least the Gestapo officer wasn't handling him cruely; in fact, the way his gloved thumb carressed his neck made him relax slightly.
"Sir, leave this scum with me. I'll make sure he receives his due," Alex said, with the intention of interrogating the kid. And, of course, punching him once or twice. "Trust me, the ghetto is nothing compared to what I'll do with him." His words seemed like audio silk; the man was sure to give the retarded Jew to him.
He gave the kid another glare; he had ruined his nice morning with Sofya. "Go back to the inn, honey. I'll come back, hopefully with Jewboy soon." Sofya nodded, fearful, and sprinted out. Reluctantly, Peter handed Wasilij over to Aleksandre; feeling cold without the boy next to him, for some reason, he cautiously took his trench coat and pulled it on to warm himself.
He felt empty as he watched the silver-tongued one grab the Jew by the arm and drag him out of the cafe.
